Necromancer Academy’s Genius Summoner - Chapter 300

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Necromancer School’s Summoning Genius – Episode 300
“This place is too dangerous. Get out of here quickly.”
“P-Professor!”
Aaron spoke those words to Simon, then leaped out the window after Magnus had escaped.
Magnus stood there unscathed. As Aaron descended, maintaining his distance, the two men faced off.
“It’s been years, Professor Aaron.”
Magnus spoke.
“Back then you were an eager young professor, but now your aura has changed quite a bit.”
“…You were a serious problem then, and you still are now, Magnus Alban.”
A vast hostility rippled across Aaron’s gaze.
“The sin of a student murdering Professor Kizen cannot be washed away. How dare you think of stepping foot on this island after committing such an act.”
“Trivial talk.”
Magnus sneered with his dull eyes.
“A professor weaker than a student deserves to die.”
Aaron’s lips moved as if to respond, but then he simply raised his arm—as if the argument wasn’t worth his time.
“Why have you returned to Kizen?”
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
Beyond the rooftop of the Boys’ Dormitory, two colossal bone-made Undead Warships emerged into view.
The belly of the warship opened, and the embedded crimson Skeletons poured down in torrents.
“Undead Warships, then.”
Magnus gazed up at the sky.
“With advanced Hive Magic installed on the warship, you control subordinate Undead through a unified command, distributing the summoner’s orders to lower entities. So you artificially increased the number of Undead the summoner can control. This sort of thing is really—”
Magnus’s lips spread wide.
“Dreadfully pathetic.”
Snap-snap-snap!
From beneath his feet, countless shadows with eyes and teeth began to pour forth.
“A Necromancer bound by a numerical limit? What difference is there between you and a chef without arms? I’m actually curious how you manage to drag through such a pathetic life without drowning in self-loathing.”
‘A Legion, then.’
Aaron issued his attack command.
The crimson Skeletons flying from the Undead Warship poured endlessly toward Magnus.
The shadows beneath Magnus’s feet erupted in countless numbers, their mouths gaping wide as they swallowed or swatted away the Skeletons.
“Do better.”
As the remains of the red Skeletons scattered across the ground, Magnus laughed mockingly.
“How much does each of those Skeletons cost? I think I’ve already burned through several days’ salary.”
Aaron swept his arm through the empty air.
“!”
Magnus’s pupils dilated slightly.
In addition to the two existing Undead Warships, another new warship was approaching from behind him.
“Except for your Legion Commanders, every human encounters the limit of ‘number.'”
Four warships’ entrances opened.
“And so humanity strives to overcome that limit.”
Crimson Skeletons poured down like rain, staining the sky red with what looked like a swarm of grasshoppers.
“Through that struggle, they advance endlessly.”
Whiiiiiiiiing!
The flying Skeletons spun around Magnus in circles, forming the shape of a crimson whirlwind.
Magnus’s tongue flicked.
“It’s a rare spectacle, but what are you hoping to accomplish with these small fry?”
Then the movements of the Skeletons, which had been spinning to form the red whirlwind, stopped in unison.
Magnus glanced around, wondering what had happened, but the situation was unfolding beyond his field of view.
All the warships began to peel open like flower buds, splitting into four petals. Inside, a colossal Magic Circle infused with vast Shadow Aura became visible.
‘The warship itself was a Magic Circle!’
Crack-crack-crack-crack-crack!
From four cardinal directions, shattering light bore down on Magnus. He summoned shadow creatures to form a defensive barrier, wrapping his body within their embrace.
“Now this is surprising.”
While Magnus held his ground in defense, the red Skeletons that had been still suddenly ascended into the sky.
A single body scattered into hundreds of bone fragments, which then joined and fitted and connected with one another, constructing something unspeakable and vast.
It was an inverted tower.
<Aaron Original – Tower of the Dead>
“Disappear now.”
Aaron lowered his arm and continued speaking.
“Damn disciple.”
The inverted tower, composed of skeletons, descended toward Magnus, who remained fixed to the ground.
Hundreds of Magnus’s shadows erupted and coiled around the tower, attempting to tear it apart, but the tower tore through them unimpeded, shattering his skull and splitting his chest before driving deep into the earth.
Crash!
Half the tower buried itself in the ground, and thick clouds of dust engulfed the Boys’ Dormitory completely.
“……Wow.”
Like the other students watching through the windows, Simon couldn’t close his mouth.
[Kehehehe! Impressive!]
Even Pier, for once sparing with praise, said as much.
[A mere Summoner managing such a feat, not even a Legion Commander!]
Soon all the skeletons filed into the Undead Warship.
Aaron summoned wind to sweep away the dust, then approached Magnus, whose entire body lay torn to shreds.
He touched the tattered remains of Magnus’s torso, sinking into quiet contemplation.
“Professor!”
Simon had already leaped from the window and was approaching him.
“Are you all right?”
“I told you to stay back.”
The Bone Armor enveloping Aaron dissolved, revealing his usual shorts and slippers beneath.
A stubbled chin and unkempt leg hair were visible.
At this peculiar imbalance, Simon smiled and spoke.
“You handled it, Professor. What about Magnus?”
“He’s a fake.”
Aaron said.
“A Bio-Clone of some kind.”
“A clone? That was a clone?”
Simon’s jaw dropped.
It was strong enough to bring down Kassan, and he’s calling it a clone?
“I heard the 5th Legion has a versatile Ancient Undead named Alaje attached to its forces.”
Aaron rose to his feet.
“If Alaje and Magnus combined their strength, something like this would be trivial. In the first place, don’t assume a Legion Commander operates by ordinary logic.”
……
Aaron then stepped closer and gripped Simon’s shoulder, asking,
“Do you have any idea why Magnus was targeting you?”
Simon felt a pang of guilt stir inside him.
“Magnus is an extremely dangerous individual. He’s an eccentric beyond the control of the Dark Alliance and Kizen’s main headquarters, and no one knows for certain where he is. How did you end up entangled with such a dangerous person?”
“I… I’m not sure myself.”
Simon feigned the frightened expression of an ordinary student.
“I’d never met the man before.”
This much, at least, was true.
“What did he say to you?”
“Something about the aura of the Undead, but his words were too difficult—I couldn’t understand them.”
“……And that bleeding student from earlier?”
“The dormitory staff took him to the Medical Ward. I was about to go check on him.”
“I see.”
Aaron unfurled a Magic Circle to retrieve Magnus’s remains and shuffled away.
“I’ll report this to Neftis. Get some rest.”

* * *
The peak of Washburn Mountain Range.
The Demon Lord’s High Castle.
A lone Undead entered the vast bathhouse within the castle’s walls. The zombie butler released a long sigh.
[The bath’s a mess again, I see.]
Inside the tub, a long-haired man lay with his head tilted back, bleeding.
The sulfur spring he lay in had transformed into a sea of blood—black and crimson flesh fragments spilled continuously from the Magic Circles carved into his chest and abdomen.
“It was entertaining, so it was worth it.”
Magnus rose from the water with a languid voice, his gaunt body stained crimson with blood.
“Clean it up.”
Undead servants flooded in with cleaning supplies, draining the water and scrubbing away the remains of the flesh.
Magnus donned a robe and took a sip of water.
[Did you achieve anything worthwhile, sir?]
“Besides my reunion with an old teacher, there’s little I can call progress. I barely exchanged words with Simon before the interruption.”
Magnus’s lips curved upward.
“Still, I got a sense of him.”
[A sense?]
He was recalling his first meeting with Simon.
—Who are you?
It had been striking.
The moment he saw him, Simon had burned with pure fury.
He’d pushed past confusion about the situation, past reflection or suspicion about whoever had done this to his roommate—and gone straight to rage.
Magnus found that unnatural.
“Lorain was likely a bluff arranged by the Death Witch. The 7th Legion Commander is Simon.”
[You seem certain about that.]
“Nearly so.”
The zombie butler grasped his glasses and closed his eyes.
[But the Legion Commander’s actions were too hasty this time. The Death Witch will surely hunt down and dispose of any collaborators we have inside Kizen headquarters.]
“Hm, are you reproaching me?”
The zombie butler let out a hollow laugh.
[After all this time at your side, how could I? I was merely reporting the consequences of your actions.]
Magnus walked across the floor, water dripping with each step, and settled into the skeleton throne. The zombie butler handed him a towel.
[How was it, returning to your old school?]
“A rather pleasant diversion.”
Magnus smiled crookedly as he spoke.
“However.”
[?]
“There seems to be someone else in Kizen preparing for something as well.”
[Is that so.]
Magnus rested his chin in his hand.
“It looks like they’re about to pull off something considerable. I find myself looking forward to it.”

* * *
The Magnus incident had, for now, subsided.
Fortunately, few students had been in the dormitory at the time.
Kizen headquarters had issued a summons for Magnus to appear for questioning. Of course he would ignore it, and they seemed to be moving their crows to search for him instead.
Now that Kizen’s watchful gaze would turn fully upon Magnus, it was hardly a disadvantage for Simon.
Meanwhile, Simon made his way to the Medical Ward to visit Kassan.
“Kassan? He’s already been discharged.”
“Pardon?”
The Medical Ward staff gave him unexpected news.
Kizen’s Medical Ward was famous for stubbornly refusing to release injured students—yet they had released Kassan almost immediately.
Simon headed to the duty room of the 1st Year Boys’ Dormitory, where Kassan had apparently returned.
“Ah, Kassan requested a place to bathe.”
“To… bathe?”
Covered in blood like that, and he wanted to bathe?
No doubt it wasn’t an ordinary bath. Kassan must have been going to apply that strange potion to himself. Whenever he was injured, he would douse himself in a potion that released smoke.
“The Boys’ Dormitory doesn’t have warm water at the moment, so we directed him to the staff bathhouse in the 2nd Year Female Dormitory.”
Simon’s expression flickered with surprise.
“The… female bathhouse?”
“Yes. We received orders from above to cooperate fully with Kassan.”
So this was what it meant to be close to Neftis.
Simon nodded in understanding, then immediately set out toward the 2nd Year Female Dormitory.
Whoooosh.
And sure enough, when he reached the staff bathhouse entrance, he heard the sound of running water.
Simon hesitated for a moment before the sign reading “Female Bath,” wrestling with his conscience—but reasoned that as long as no one was inside, it should be fine.
He gave the bath door a light knock.
“Kassan? Are you in there?”
The sound of water would drown out his voice. Prepared for trouble, Simon cracked the door open slightly and peeked his head inside.
Whoooosh.
Since only staff used this bathhouse, it was small. There was no separate changing room—just thick steam rising the moment the door opened.
Only one tub. And in that haze of steam, a gray-haired man was pouring potion over his body.
It was Kassan.
“…Simon, is that you?”
He spoke in a voice heavy with exhaustion. The bathhouse floor was a mess of water, blood, and potion.
“Are you alright, Kassan?”
“I’m fine.”
“I’ll wash up now.”
Since things had come to this, Simon decided to bathe as well before leaving.
He undressed and placed his clothes in a basket like Kassan had, then stepped into the water.
“I’m sorry, Kassan. I dragged you into this mess…”
“Why are you apologizing?”
Kassan dragged his fingertips across a wound near his eye.
“Protecting you is part of my duty. And injuries sustained in the line of duty are expected—there’s no need to apologize.”
Simon helped pour potion over Kassan’s body. As the liquid cascaded into the gaping wounds, wisps of steam rose up, and the flesh began to knit itself closed.
Still, like the long scar across Kassan’s face, scars remained where the wounds had healed. His body was a patchwork of scars.
Once Kassan finished his recovery, he lowered himself into the hot spring.
Simon retrieved cleaning tools and swept the bathroom clean of blood and potion residue. He already felt guilty about borrowing the female bathhouse; the least he could do was clean it properly.
Scrape, scrape.
As Simon wiped away potion stains from the floor with a long-handled brush, he broached the subject carefully.
“Kassan.”
Kassan, submerged in the warm water, nodded slightly.
“Since the second semester started, it feels like you’ve been avoiding me.”
“…”
He’d barely spoken to Kassan in recent weeks.
Whenever Simon entered Room 409, Kassan was already asleep.
During the first semester, Kassan had ventured out every night because of the Saint incident, but even after resolving that crisis, he continued leaving after dark.
“I’m not deliberately avoiding you.”
Kassan replied.
“I’m on assignment.”
“…But there are no more Priests in Rocksum now. What assignment could there possibly be?”
“Only a fool divulges mission details to outsiders.”
Outsiders—the word stung. Simon’s expression fell.
“We’re roommates. We fought the Saint together. We’re comrades.”
“Duty is duty. Personal is personal.”
Simon pressed his forehead against his palm and exhaled deeply. This taciturn senior would be the death of him.
When would he ever get close to this man?
“Rather, I should ask you something.”
Kassan spoke up then.
“You’re carrying a burden of your own, aren’t you—something you’re hiding while you worry about it.”

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